Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.